Sailboat

I would prefer to remain anonymous. If I was found writing this, she might come after me. I've had enough close calls. Ordering my computer and hooking up internet draws attention in this small, quiet town. I've been questioned, and I've lied, but I can only keep up for so much longer. Jesus, how long have I been babbling? I need to start before I get caught. Anyway, here goes.

About 5 years ago, a pretty girl moved in. Her name was Molly, and she was the sweetest person you could imagine. She was a little naïve, but she was mature enough to be considered an adult. I took her under my wing and treated her as a sister for about 2 years. I learned a lot from her in that time and she learned a lot from me. She showed me how to be more understanding and compassionate, and I showed her how to run her farm better. Pretty fair trade if you ask me.

We became like brother and sister, and eventually I knew everything about her. Her favorite food was Tomato Risotto, and her favorite color was deep-ocean blue. She loved animals and fishing, and spent her free time at the beach. But above all, she loved sailboats. Now, you're probably thinking, 'Ok, the girl has a hobby, what else?', but you don't understand. This girl was obsessed over sailboats. Half of her books on her shelves were about sailboats. She could put one together and take it apart again in a matter of 2 hours. I know this may sound stupid, but every day she made me a sailboat out of paper, and I've kept every single one of them. All 496 of them. And I treasure them every day.

After 2 years, Molly married Gill. It came as a shock to most, but not me. Molly always confided in me, and told me that she had a crush on Gill. I didn't approve, but what could I have done? She was adult, and could make her own decisions. Even though I didn't like Gill, I thought he would take good care of her. Love her, care for her, provide for her. Emotionally of course. She has more money than all of the bachelors combined. He moved into her house and met all my criteria. He cared for her, helped her on the farm, and was just perfect.

On her birthday the 3rd year she was here, he gave her the best gift ever. After spending lots of his father's money and keeping her from the docks for two weeks, he finally revealed the gift. It was her own wooden sailboat. It was really large, with a blue body and a white sail, and the wood was splinter less. She was so ecstatic and happy that she couldn't speak, but she sure didn't waste time getting into it. Within minutes, she and Gill were sailing around Toucan Island in the distance. I didn't want to think what they were doing aver there, tainting my thoughts of Molly was the last thing I needed.

Ever since that day, Gill began to act strange. Slowly, but progressively, but I didn't notice until about 4 weeks later. It started with him coming to the bar without Molly. He NEVER came to the bar. EVER. He would just sit there and stare off into the distance, drink in hand. One day when Hamilton was in the bar, but his son wasn't he, went on to tell me that Gill had been taking walks on his lunch breaks. He would leave for about an hour and then return ready for work. This doesn't seem like a big deal, but Gill hates missing work. The thought of him leaving work in the middle of the day was like imagining an alien. I couldn't see it.

Ok, so the only reason I know what happened for the rest of this is because the Harvest Goddess gave me a dream. I was next to Molly, so I saw all she saw and more.

Molly had told Gill she was going to stay in her town home that night, because she had a job she had to get done early in the morning. After giving him a list of things to do on the farm, she kissed him goodbye and went to the beach to attempt to catch that fish she needed for the cooking contest in a few days. It was late in the evening, but it was worth a shot. At about 11 pm, she finally caught the fish, and realized she had enough time to get home. She took the 30 minute walk home and walked up to her front door. Opening the door slowly, so it wouldn't creak, she stepped inside. As soon as she shut the door, she heard something in her house. It sounded strange and worrying, so she followed it. It led her down the hallway until she stood outside her room.

Inside, she heard a faint thump. Then another and another. She assumed it was the cat, but then she heard the bed creaking and a muffled scream. She began to get worried and was about to walk inside before she heard a pleasured scream and a moan. The thumping and creaking continued while tears welled in her eyes.

How could he do this to me? She thought.

She turned and fled out the door, running as fast as she could to town. She reached the docks and untied her sailboat before jumping in. The boat was right between Castanet and the island before she stopped and sobbed. I then realized that's what Gill's been doing on his lunch breaks. He's been cheating on her with… with…

Luna.

It came to me after remembering what direction he'd been staring at the bar. He wasn't staring into space. He was staring at Luna. He must have convinced her that Molly wasn't his true love, because I know Luna wouldn't do it just for the hell of it. She had a crush on Gill since preschool. She would do anything for Gill, even this…

Molly finally rose with a blank, depressed expression on her face. She walked as if in a dream over to the toolbox and looked inside. After pulling out an axe, she examined it. Using all her strength and anger, she took a swing and made a hole in the bottom of the boat. Boat leaking, she put down the axe and let a loud scream into the sky before being drowned by her lover's own creation.

The next day, the news spread fast. Molly had killed herself, and people began to wonder why. I was mute from sadness, so I didn't answer, and Gill must have been happy. He went to the funeral, acting all teary eyed and whatnot, giving a long speech about his love and dedication. As he left, he felt in his pocket and found a note that simply said:

Sail away

A few weeks later, he married Luna and had the nerve to stay in his late wife's home. His life went back to normal, but he continued to find notes. The next one said the same thing, but the third one was different:

Your lover so you did betray.

He began to get worried. Who knew about the affair? Who? His life would be ruined if it got out. Truthfully, not even I knew. It was strange.

The notes began to make a poem. On Halloween, he had 5, saying this:

Sail away

Sail away

Your lover so you did betray,

Your only way is hell bound.

And one more thing,

One more thing? What else could there be? He went to bed that night mulling it over in his head. He tossed and turned before finally just staring at the ceiling. He decided to get himself a cup of tea to help him sleep. Getting up, he made his way to the dark kitchen. The moon was the only light source, but he could see very well with the full moon. He boiled the water and pulled the teabags down from the shelf. When he turned back to the pot, he saw another note next to it. He had to bend over to see it and was chilled to the bone.

Don't turn around.

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We never saw Gill again. His body was never found, and his wife was found slaughtered in her bed. Everyone wondered who did it, but I knew. Somehow, I knew it was Molly, and it has been for a while. The moral of this story is, don't cheat. If you aren't happy, say something first, but don't hurt someone to help yourself. I had to learn that myself too. It was a small affair with a friend that I know regret terribly, but there's nothing I can do now. She's coming for me. I feel her cold aura, and my door just opened and shut. She's standing here, watching me type, her cold fingers gripping my shoulder. She's waiting for me to finish, so the whole world will know her story. Just, love your lover, or say something about it. Don't harm them, or this will happen. Just do it for me, and one more thing.

Don't turn around.